Westhaven

the male:female ratio right now is 4:5 So that's fine, Dreamy. I just don't want like seven girls and one boy. xD

I'm going to start us off in a bit, I have to finish writing an essay before I can be distracted by storybooks. hah.

Here's my male character Lauren!

Name: Brandon Collins

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Occupation:artist

Location: Westhaven

Appearance: He's tall and slim, with an athletic body and nice muscles. He has hazel colored hair that falls over his face almost all the time covering his eyes because of its length. His eyes are blue with bushy brown eyebrows that make him look more manly. One of his best features are his beautiful rose colored lips.

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Personality: He's really charming and extremely respectful. He doesn't rake himself lightly nor he takes others lightly, for him, each and every person around him make an important part of his life, no matter i is just a simple maid or farmer, they are all important for him. Brandon doesn't like cruelty but he does admit that he tends to take advantage of people sometimes. He's really laid back and easy going, but takes his job seriously and is very, very responsible with it. He's an artist, and he's drawings and music are priced highly where he lives. Why? Because he has talent. He's really nice with girls and considers them beings that need to be taken care of and admired. Brandon likes laughing and making people around him laugh as well.

Other: up for love and frienship.

Alright guys, I'm going to start us off! Woohoo! People are still welcome to join, and anyone with only one character is permitted to create another at any time. Later today I'll be updating the setting section in my first post (and may even include a roughly paint-drawn map).

Ana

The streets of Westhaven were buzzing; it was market day. All the merchants and farmers from all over would come and set up tables to sell their wares. Ana strolled through the crowd, smiling. It was the perfect day for her.

Peter was around somewhere, he had set up his own stall to sell some of the things they grew at the farm. It was a sorry little wooden table, with a sorry pile of produce. But Peter had been confidant that their fall harvest had been great, and that they would make money.

Ana shook her head, remembering the conversation. Peter was so optimistic. She had decided to let him have his fantasy, though, and she would take care of the finances.

As she walked along, she used the small knife she carried to cut little bags of coins from the belts of merchants and customers. She almost laughed at how easy it was; everyone was too consumed with buying to notice their money was gone.

Peter

The market area was filled with stalls and people. Almost every stall had lines of people at it. Every stall but Peter's. He still had almost as much produce with him now as when he arrived that morning.

He didn't know what he would tell Ana if they didn't make any money. They needed to buy feed for the horses, and Ana was in desperate need for some new dresses - she had taken to wearing Peter's old clothes around the farm.

Peter sighed. Since he came of proper age to provide for his sister on his own, the charity of their neighbors stopped. He was expected to be able to run a farm now. He sighed again, wishing that his parents had never died and left him in this position.

Gwen:

I had woken up early and suck off down to watch the watchmen on their rounds. Joseph Moresby was pushing his helmet back up again as he shifted uncomfortably. Clearly the helmet didn't fit him properly.

I shrugged and back away from my vantage point. It was getting late and the cook might start to miss me soon...

I turned away and snuck off towards the market. Peter Green was here again with his sister; I saw her pinching purses again. She was going to get caught and punished if she wasn't careful.

I walked over to Peter's stall and picked up a potato. It wasn't bad quality, but it wasn't very good either.

"Hey Peter," I said and he looked up. "You might want to watch your sister, she'll get caught if she isn't careful."

He gave me a confused look. I shrugged and took off into the crowd.

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Christophe:

I stumbled out of the bed and over to the window. I yawned, looking out over the village of Upper Downs. It was quiet and I was still tired. I looked back over at the bed. The blond I'd brought back to my room last night was still asleep.

I grinned and quietly packed up my stuff, which wasn't much. I finished packing and went downstairs. The bartender grinned at me as I slipped out the door and went over to the stables.

My horses and my wagon where still where I left them. I hitched the horse up to the wagon and dumped my stuff in the back before climbing up and settling down on the driver's seat.

A few moment's later and I was on my way out of Upper Downs and to Westhaven. I'd heard rumours about my sister-Apparently there was some girl there called Gwen who looked a lot like Morwenna.

Roseanna

I crept out of the inn where I had slept last night, unknown to the innkeeper. I noticed the market was open, and it was full, excellent...

I check to make sure my knife is in place, then go blend in with the crowd. I notice a near empty stall. This was going to be a perfect day.

Usually, theifs like me go to the busiest stall, so you won't be noticed. But I don't like having witness's around if I need to attack. I inch slowly behind the stall. I prepare to grab the small sack of money that the man has tied to his belt. I grab it, but a firm hand grabs me. Shoot.

He grabs my wrist and, try as hard as I can, I can't escape.

"What do you think you're doing?" the man asked.

"Trying to make a living, thats what I am doing." I retorted.

"The way your kind makes a living is dishonest. Why can't you just leave hard-working people alone?"

I kick my leg up to hit his face, but he grabs that too and throws me to the ground.

"Go away, vermin!"

"How dare you! I am..." but I din't get to finish. A group of soldiers were riding through the town. The boy looks at me a second, then tells me to hide under the stall. I hear a voice.

"Have you seen any suspicious characters around here?" A soldier asked.

"No one." The boy lied. When the soldiers were gone, I stood up.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." He responded.

Jospeh

He shifted uneasily at his post by the wall, eyes flicking almost desperately from person to person. Market duty was something Jospeh dreaded almost as much as the night rounds. The prospect of wealthy and unwary merchants and customers drew thieves to Westhaven like moths to a flame, and Joseph had to be able to deal with them.

Worse, there was the chance that one or two of the thieves might themselves be from Westhaven. Joseph would hate to have to arrest someone he actually knew, no matter that he wanted to be a watchman his father could be proud of.

Someone nudged his side, and Joseph jumped a little, stepping away and almost knocking a passing townsman over. "Careful there, Moresby." The man said, scowling, before continuing on his way.

The guard who'd joined him chuckled a little. "Reddah's mercy, Joseph. If I can sneak up on you, how do you expect to catch even one of these shifty rats?"

"What do you want?" He muttered in reply, kicking half-heartedly at some discarded hat on the ground.

"My feet are getting tired, and I want a rest. Do a few turns of the square, would you? And try and keep a sharper eye out."

Sighing, Joseph started off into the crowd, pushing his helmet back for what had to have been the hundredth time. The bastards at the barracks had switched his again.

Tallow

The chief of the Holsworthy mining operation was in a serious fit. "Just last night!" He screamed, "Someone broke into this office, my office! What's more, they made off with the wages for this month!" He looked from one overseer to the next. "That means you have three choices. You can put up with a month's unpaid service, which I know you won't take. You can write to Gibson or Mills, and ask for new wages."

One of the overseers gulped. The idea of asking Gibson and Mills for anything was a foolish one on a good day. The chief continued. "Or, three, you can actually earn your keep as troubleshooters, get into town, and find the thief who did this!"

Tallow almost laughed. Earning his keep as a troubleshooter was something he'd done long ago. Not one of these others who likened themselves to him had helped to clear out the mine. But, he did need his month's pay. "Let me pull four or five from my outfit, and I'll have it all back by the time the markets move on."

The chief looked at him warily. "Remember the rules, though, Tallow. Don't cause too much unrest. The chairmen don't like it." He paused for a few moments. "Oh. And while you're in town, I'm told that there's a farm that's struggling at the moment. You might want to find the owner, ask if we can take some time to survey it. See if it's worth buying up. If it's not, you can always hire him. We lost a whole team in that shaft seven nonsense last week, and we could use someone to replace them."

Tallow nodded, then stepped out of the office to find some of the meanest looking miners he could, then head into Westhaven.

Charlene
She woke up early, before dawn to see the sun rise with its colorful gleams and shades of yellow, orange and red. Very slowly she watched how the dark blue of the night faded away. But before the sun was even mid ways through the sky, she realized it was going to be one of the busiest weeks of the month. So she hurried to get ready and headed to the market, she could hear the noise of the merchants and farmers come from outside her house.

Charlene strode slowly through the streets, kind of daydreaming about a better life, a better house, just something more than her simple routine. But as she walked and observed the businesses of the people who came and went,talked and talked, she saw Peter and Ana and hurried to them.
"Hi" Charlene said to Ana cheerfully.

"Hi" Ana said, hugging her tightly for a second. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, is market day and I thought it was ok to come see some of my friends" Charlene said. "So where's your brother?"

"There" Ana said pointing to him. Charlene really did want to see him, so she dais goodbye to Ana and parted to see Peter.

"Hey" She said cheerfully.

"Hey" He said just as much as happy as she was.

Brandon
He was in the middle of nowhere, or at least what he thought was nowhere. He hated having nothing to do, he hated sitting down and reading stuff that he had already read about a thousand times before. It was torture for him, it was like being dragged to the deepest pit of hell. Why couldn't he just draw something?! Oh, yeas, he remembered inspiration faded away as fast as a flying star that he had seen when he was just ten.

But he decided to get up and head to the market. It was market day so there must be something interesting to do. And as soon as he arrived he saw that it he was indeed right. The market was full, there was barely enough space for walking. The noise emerging from the core of the market was disturbing, but it was better than sitting alone doing nothing but waiting for the inspiration to come. So he sat in a little wooden bench and decided he wanted to wait there and see what came to his mind.

Rowan~

I rushed through the streets of Westhaven. It was further away from home than Berna, my the Inn Keeper, liked it but I guess...A job is a job and travelling over long distances was just to FUN! I pulled out the package form under my arm and stared at the address.

The curly writing was almost hypnotising, I felt myself growing dizy from staring at it to long.
Great!I though to myself Now I am going to have to yell like an idiot! I pushed past a group of people walking towards the thick of the town's poeple trying to remember what the sender had said.

"Make sure this arrives on time okay! The last time I trusted a messanger to send me mail it ended up in garbage heap" The old man licked his lips for saliva, "I want ye to send it to that address, say that it's from an old friend"

My mind retreated back into the present where I was being pushed around in the busy street. I cursed at man who tried to steal the package out from under me, kicking dirt up into his face.

**Hehe! Sorry for it being short, but who wants to get a package??? Any takers would be lovely!

Roseanna

I quickly told the man my name, "By the way, I am Rose. Thanks again for saving me."

"I'm Peter, and your welcome." He gave a quick nodd, I walked off. But before I did, I left a few coins on the counter. He looked like he needed the money.

"We will see each other agian soon, I think." I called back, before disapearing into the crowd. I ran to a barn. The messenger was there.

"Good, you came." I said.

"Here's the package." She squeaked,obviously slightly afraid of me.

"Ah, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you." I take the package. I use my knife to openit. Inside is a beautiful knife. It has two red stones on the hilt and one on the sheath. It is exactly what I wanted. I toss the messenger a couple of coins. I also toss her my old knife.

"You can have this. It is good to carry around a weapon or two in these times." I said. she takes it slowly, as if a fraid it might bite. I attatch my new knife to my belt.

The New Knife:

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Gwen:

I made it back to the kitchen a few minutes late. I wasn't concerned, the cook was busy-too busy to notice me sneak in and start chopping up the...whatever it was.

She glanced my way, snorted and went back to her cooking. I was lucky-the cook probably thought I'd slept in or something.

I started making the breakfast that was expected and ignored everyone else. When it came to cooking, I was a perfectionist.

Peter

The market had turned quite busy in a short amount of time. Mostly it was due to the soldiers running after the young woman Peter had helped hide. She had reminded him of Ana, always getting into mischief. And she had left some coins, which was always a nice sight.

"Hey, Peter," Charlene greeted cheerfully, appearing beside Peter's stand.

"Hello," Peter said with a smile. "How are you, Charlene? Well I hope?"

"Yes, it's market day! I love the hustle and bustle," she said.

Peter smiled and glanced over his produce. Charlene was a nice girl. She was a nice friend for Ana, and Peter appreciated having her around. Anyone who could keep Ana out of even a little trouble was nice.

"Could I interest the lovely lady in something, today?" he asked, waving a hand over the stand.

Charlene

"Yes, in fact, you could. If you agree to have a little chat with me, I'd would be flattered" Charlene said with a a wide smile on her face. Talking to her friends really did show a new side of her, and she likes it, appreciated it even.

"Oh well then, I'd be glad" He said taking a little bow. She remembered those days before she had begun to work when they use to hang out together for a while and laugh at the revolving world.

"Excellent then, she said. I can help you here if you want. It'll keep me busy at least" She said, a new tone in her joyful voice. She hadn't meant to do it, but it came out unthought. She had to be busy for the awkward moments came, the moments in which loneliness filled her deeply. And it was because of that that she had come to the market, to spare her mind a little.

"That'd be perfect. Don't worry it won't be for long, we can talk freely just after we finish, we can go with my sister" Peter said. It was perfect for her too, it would keep her mind busy for a long time.

Brandon
The world was a complicated place for him, but he liked it, he enjoyed the different textures, the smells, the colors, the shades, everything about it. Little by little the inspiration started coming. So instead of sitting down and letting his mind wander, he decided to get up and start looking for interesting things that could increase that small wave of inspiration.

As he was walking, almost unconsciously he got into a place her had no idea what it was but the smells entertained him a lot. For each smell he saw a color,and for each color he saw a new painting, a new drawing. But all of a sudden he bumped into a girl.
"Oh God!" She said angrily, staring down at the things she had thrown to the floor thanks to him.

"I'm so sorry" He said, looking at the girl trying to pick up some of the things that were on the floor.

"Do you even imagine how much time did it take me to do this?" She said, narrowing her eyes as she said it. Now there he found it, her eyes, her face, they had such a peculiar gleam.

" I don't and I'm so very sorry." He said looking at her blankly." Can I know your name miss?"

"Gwen" She said, turning around. But she was so peculiar, different in a good way, that he couldn't just let her turn around.

Gwen:

Stupid man, I thought. What is he doing in the kitchen? I cursed under my breath and tried to fix the food I'd dropped. The cook was going to throttle me if I screwed up again.

"Hey," he said and grabbed my arm, turning me back to face him. "You have a beautiful face. May I paint it sometime?"

I stared at him for a moment. What? Then I panicked. No, I couldn't let him do that. What if that stupid Gypsy saw it? I pulled away from him, holding the huge mixing bowl out to one side and picked up my skirt.

"No," I said and turned my face away. "I can't have you doing that."

He seemed surprised for a moment. Then he frowned.

"Why not?"

I shot him a glare. "Who are you and why are you in this kitchen?" I snapped.

Christophe:

The sun was almost directly above me when I came across a deserted village. It was like a ghost town...

This must be Fallacre, I thought as I looked around slowly. It was so quiet...

I shook my head and urged my horse to go faster. I didn't like it. Fallacre was starting to creep me out. The empty house, the silent streets. It was just all way too scary and even I didn't scare easily.

I didn't relax until I was far away from that abandoned village and well on my way to Westhaven. I was going to have to camp on the side of the road again if I wasn't careful.

And then there was my sister, Morwenna, and this Gwen girl. Were they the same girl? Was Gwen really my sister? Or was she just some doppelganger?

I didn't know but once I got to Westhaven, I was going to find out.

Ana

The day was proving to be a fruitful one. Ana smiled, checking the hidden coin pouches to make sure they were all still there. Hopefully she would be able to spend some of it before going back to the farm. If Peter found her with several pouches of gold and silver coins, he'd make her return them like last time.

Ana looked up just in time to run straight into something. She tumbled forward, coins spilling out of the pouches and onto the dirt road.

"Excuse me, Miss," the something, rather, the someone that she had run into said.

"No matter," Ana said, hurrying to gather the spilled coins. "It was my fault really." She looked up to see who she had run into, and her heart sank. It was one of those Westhaven soldiers.

Peter

Having Charlene nearby, and even helping, was pleasant. It even helped sales. With a sweet, pretty young lady at his side more market-goers visited the stand and bought up nearly all of his produce.

"It seems as if you're my lucky charm," Peter said.

Charlene blushed and giggled. "It's surely my astounding people skills. You're far too reserved for this business, Peter."

Peter laughed. He enjoyed that he had at least one person he was close enough with to tease. "I suppose you may be right." He looked over the remaining produce. There wasn't much left. Soon he could gather Ana and they could make it to the farm before dark. But for some reason, he didn't want to sell those last few vegetables so soon.

But shortly, another few people had come to the stand and Charlene managed to sell the last of it.

"You've done so well today, Peter! You've sold it all!" she cheered.

Peter smiled. "All with your help." He looked around the market. He couldn't see Ana anywhere. Maybe he could stay and talk with Charlene for a while. Ana would be alright. Who am I fooling? Ana is never alright by the end of market day. She's always into some sort of trouble.

"Take a walk with me?" Peter asked Charlene. "I'm sure Ana's around here somewhere, let's find her. It would be nice to be able to get back to the farm tonight."

Notice: I have updated the 'setting' category in the first post. I've added Hollsworthy Hills and a few other places of interest to the list.